#cod mw

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

"You broke a lot of rules, Price."

"No more rules."

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CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE IV (2026)

[the-palelady]

always thinking about simon settled between your legs, your thighs loosely hung around his hips as he fucks you so nice and slow all while he’s smoking a cigarette.

he only removes it from his chapped lips when he leans down, smoke circling the two of you like a halo when he kisses you.

your moans are drowned out, silenced by the taste of tobacco.

when he pulls away, the cigarette gets place right back where i was before, nestled between his top and bottom lip. his hips begin the slow pace he had set before, hands possessively settled on your hips.

[elliestwoleftfingerss]

husband!simon who tails wife!reader like a lamb. wherever she is, he isn't too far behind.

he follows you everywhere. you thought riley (your german shepherd) was bad? wait until your very-grown, very-large, very-masculine husband starts doing it.

it's like having your own personal pair of bodyguards, one of which is an animal, but we digress. you can't even take a peaceful walk (with the dog) without getting funny stares... but who is there to blame? if looks could kill, simon would be in prison for mass murder. it's not his fault he has a magnetism to his pretty wife and a serious case of resting bitch face.

he slowly walks behind you when you're shopping, his fingers itching to reach out for your lower back. he sticks to staying as close to you as he can, like a kid who's afraid to lose their parent if they stray away for longer than a few seconds.

if there's something on a higher shelf you can't reach, he towers over your form and picks it up for you, tossing the item into the basket on your arm and flashing a shy, boyish smile.

ass.

he also sleeps super close to you at night, tattooed arms pulling you tight to his body, legs tangling with yours. when you're annoyed at him, you simply press the cold balls of your feet against the backs of his calves. the shriek he let out was far more high-pitch than his normal tone, and you swore you nearly wet yourself laughing as he shimmied away from your frozen toes.

he knew not to piss you off like that again.

he does respect your personal space when you need it - it's obvious. but that doesn't stop the man from watching you under sunken eyebrows as you huff and strop around the kitchen. he's waiting for the inevitable help me, please as you discover you actually can't open your own jar of pasta sauce. you finally give in and whine, holding the glass jar out to your more-than-amused husband.

even when you're on a night out and you drunkenly force him to dance with you, his hands find themselves in the back pocket of your jeans, grabbing at your asscheeks as you sway against him. he keeps an eye (or a cheeky hand) on you all the time, the protective bastard.

his personal favourite is your distant, "si, i'm going for a shower!" from upstairs, or even if he simply hears the water starting up, he's pausing his football match on the tv and taking the stairs two at a time to locate you in your shared bathroom, leaning over the sink in your undergarments as you get ready to shower.

"what are you doing?" you ask, watching him through the mirror as he starts unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his jeans.

"what does it look like?" he says gruffly, but you know he's being sarcastic. "showering." that call was practically an invitation.

"i'm showering."

"no can do, love," he reaches out for your elbows and gently pulls your half-naked form against his own. "lemme join you. i can wash your hair."

"really?" you watch him incredulously, an amused smile dancing on your lips.

"what can i say? manchester's a shitty team."

you smacked him.

author's note: let's not talk about my obsession with husband!simon, deal??

[mellosdrawings]

Post-OP crash out rkgk

[ceesselfindulgance]

Simon loves his bossy wife.

Simon is a soldier at heart. He's good at following orders, in fact, he prefers too. Makes it easier for him exist.

So he doesn't bat an eye when you order him around in the kitchen, voice never harsh or stern, just authoritative, when you tell him to chop tomatoes or peel garlic.

He didn't even flinch when you slapped a granola bar into his palm and commanded him to eat after you learned he hadn't even eaten all day.

He didn't complain when you told him to move from your favorite spot on your shared couch.

Everything was done with no hesitation and sometimes if you seem particularly snappy, with a "yes ma'am".

Because he may be your lieutenant on the field, but you were his captain, his boss, his first and only everywhere else.

[vanknowledge]

creepy guy

[drmonstersdungeon]

Price's poor wife struggles after her first baby. All her friend's bodies bounced back, so why hasn't hers? She does the diets, the breastfeeding, whatever she thinks will make her shed all those extra pounds.

And it doesnt work.

And it doesnt help that Price wants to paw at these new curves like the dog that he is. 6 weeks come on, let the man back in. But she wont.

So he sends the baby to family and gets out the full length mirror.

"You thought this would make me not want you?" Big hands grab at her new love handles as he adjusts her on his cock. She can't answer, tongue too useless in her mouth from his dick splitting her open.

"Fucking look at you, lovie." He pinches her chin when she looks away forcing her eyes back to his in the mirror. Forcing her to see what her new body does to him.

"Made for me." He accentuates each word with a thrusts that makes all that new fat jiggle, but she can't be upset. Not with how good his cock feels and how good they look together. Not when she's about to milk his cock for everything it's got.

💜

She's not worried about how she looks anymore, however if she ever needs a reminder he'll get out the mirror again.

[0-pepites-0]

Captain . . . You seem to have lost your T-shirt.-

(And we lost our underpants haha)